Do you ever find yourself suddenly so happy your eyes tear up?
Do you ever find the world so beautiful that you want to run through it singing?
Do you ever shout the words your heart has said for a hundred years but never had the courage to say?
Do you see the stars and think of who else is looking?
Do you see the moon and think that it's only a reflection?
Do you see the sky and remember when you thought it was made of blue velvet, or blue construction paper? Before someone told you the boring truth.
Don't let the smog blur the clouds. There are still fishes and pirate ships up there.
Don't be embarrassed to ask the best questions, like: "will you be my friend?"
Don't let even the coldest night make you forget the glory of a summer afternoon.
Because you'll wake up to see the sun. It never stopped shining. The world just got in the way.
Monday, March 10, 2008
Thursday, February 21, 2008
goodbye
hasn't been so good to me
stepped out into the night
back against the moon
i saw ten thousand hands with candlelight
we all think that we're right
it's hard to tell
if the night is full of hope or doom
what more than sorry can i say
what more than sorry can i be
before our love fades away
what more than sorry
do you want from me
my eyes
burn with unshed tears
my body is weak
from so many silent years
too many people say goodbye
before they say hello
step into the morning
and disappear
what more than sorry can i say
what more than sorry can i be
before our love fades away
what more than sorry
do you want from me
what more than sorry can i say
what more than sorry can i be
before our love fades away
what more than sorry
do you want from me
What More Than Sorry/Ben Harper
hasn't been so good to me
stepped out into the night
back against the moon
i saw ten thousand hands with candlelight
we all think that we're right
it's hard to tell
if the night is full of hope or doom
what more than sorry can i say
what more than sorry can i be
before our love fades away
what more than sorry
do you want from me
my eyes
burn with unshed tears
my body is weak
from so many silent years
too many people say goodbye
before they say hello
step into the morning
and disappear
what more than sorry can i say
what more than sorry can i be
before our love fades away
what more than sorry
do you want from me
what more than sorry can i say
what more than sorry can i be
before our love fades away
what more than sorry
do you want from me
What More Than Sorry/Ben Harper
Monday, January 21, 2008
It finally happened.
Well...living in the clouds came with a risk. I took it and fell. Welp, now it just means I've learned my lesson and can move on. It's going to be great now, I know it. Although, I find myself suddenly loving songs about revenge...
Sunday, January 13, 2008
Car Crash (Moment of Our Lives #1)
Once upon a time, Liz Warnick, Claire Warnick, and Noelle Reid decided to go to Casey's farewell. It had snowed that morning, and there hadn't been any sand/ice trucks out yet that day.
So there we were, driving to Casey's farewell. We were a bit late, but we were trying to play it safe anyway, not go too fast. We were on the freeway, nearing our exit. All of the sudden, we see the exit we are supposed to take. I turned a bit too quickly, but under any other circumstances, it would have been plenty of time. With all the new fallen snow and ice, my worn tires couldn't keep a grip. We started spinning at 60 miles an hour. Adrenaline took over, and we didn't even think to scream. We were spinning off the freeway, and there was nothing we could do.
On one side, the long way down into a ditch. Going down that way would likely throw the car into an all-out roll, which would put us in further danger. On the other side, the gore area and the freeway. If anyone was to come behind us, they would not have time to stop before they hit us from behind. And if they did stop, or swerve, they would likely spin out of control just as we were now doing. Not very many good options. The only safe way was to stay on the exit ramp and pray no one was trying to exit right behind us. Still, how do you stay within 20 ft. when you're spinning out of control?
I knew the best thing I could do would be to slow us down as fast as I could. The best way to do that was to pull us into an even tighter spin. We would spin faster, but our horizontal motion would take a severe drop. However, taking this tactic also meant I couldn't control where we would land.
I pulled the wheel as tight as I could, and we started spinning faster. A billion thoughts went through my mind, thinking through every contingency. Here are some things I was thinking:
Why it was a miracle:
1. The exit ramp was curved. How could we have done a 540 degree turn at 60 miles an hour, and not have gone flying off?
2. Our momentum was headed straight (or almost straight) off the freeway, into the ditch. We should have slid right off.
3. I'm not that lucky.
So, how did we feel, having escaped death so nearly? How did we react to this crazy experience?
We spent the next 20 minutes laughing hysterically.
So there we were, driving to Casey's farewell. We were a bit late, but we were trying to play it safe anyway, not go too fast. We were on the freeway, nearing our exit. All of the sudden, we see the exit we are supposed to take. I turned a bit too quickly, but under any other circumstances, it would have been plenty of time. With all the new fallen snow and ice, my worn tires couldn't keep a grip. We started spinning at 60 miles an hour. Adrenaline took over, and we didn't even think to scream. We were spinning off the freeway, and there was nothing we could do.
On one side, the long way down into a ditch. Going down that way would likely throw the car into an all-out roll, which would put us in further danger. On the other side, the gore area and the freeway. If anyone was to come behind us, they would not have time to stop before they hit us from behind. And if they did stop, or swerve, they would likely spin out of control just as we were now doing. Not very many good options. The only safe way was to stay on the exit ramp and pray no one was trying to exit right behind us. Still, how do you stay within 20 ft. when you're spinning out of control?
I knew the best thing I could do would be to slow us down as fast as I could. The best way to do that was to pull us into an even tighter spin. We would spin faster, but our horizontal motion would take a severe drop. However, taking this tactic also meant I couldn't control where we would land.
I pulled the wheel as tight as I could, and we started spinning faster. A billion thoughts went through my mind, thinking through every contingency. Here are some things I was thinking:
- When we crash, I wonder how hurt I'll be.
- Finally! I get to see who would visit me in the hospital!
- I hope Liz and Claire don't get hurt. Not only would it be sad, but I'd be so embarrassed!
- AHHH!!
- Wow! I've never spun this much before!
- How am I not dead yet?
- This is a long spin.
- Our faces probably look so funny right now. (No, actually, I didn't think that. But they really did look funny)
Why it was a miracle:
1. The exit ramp was curved. How could we have done a 540 degree turn at 60 miles an hour, and not have gone flying off?
2. Our momentum was headed straight (or almost straight) off the freeway, into the ditch. We should have slid right off.
3. I'm not that lucky.
So, how did we feel, having escaped death so nearly? How did we react to this crazy experience?
We spent the next 20 minutes laughing hysterically.
Thursday, January 10, 2008
Out of Cold
Crushing snow beneath my feet.
My brow furrowed in the dark.
My head hurts.
I'm tired.
I feel empty.
A sound and a move catch my eye.
The last of a long line of deer is heading back
up the mountain.
The clack of their dainty feet
on the hard, man made black of the streets
bring me back to where I want to be.
The snow crackles like fire.
The stars smolder in the velvet.
For another moment, the world is full of magic.
- Eliza Woodhouse
An artist's interpretation of a moment at 9:54pm on January 10th, 2008.
My brow furrowed in the dark.
My head hurts.
I'm tired.
I feel empty.
A sound and a move catch my eye.
The last of a long line of deer is heading back
up the mountain.
The clack of their dainty feet
on the hard, man made black of the streets
bring me back to where I want to be.
The snow crackles like fire.
The stars smolder in the velvet.
For another moment, the world is full of magic.
- Eliza Woodhouse
An artist's interpretation of a moment at 9:54pm on January 10th, 2008.
Monday, December 17, 2007
I just love life! Wee!
Uh...is there anything to add to that? Not really. I really just feel happy. Happy! Even though I suddenly have to work 8-5 every single weekday of the break! Even though I probably got really bad grades this past semester! Even though I totally failed at the email thing! Life is beautiful. And there's really nothing we can do to about it, except to blind ourselves to the fact.
Sunday, December 02, 2007
I keep on chasing the wrong things
So it seems that I'm wrong,
'Cause you said that I would never want for anything again.
But my eyes are set low,
And I'm holding to the thing I know I can't keep.
I keep on chasing the wrong things
And coming up empty.
This isn't who I'm supposed to be!
I keep on learning the hard way: from every mistake,
And I'm finding each time that you fall,
You're just becoming who you are
So it seems that I'm wrong,
'Cause I keep on searching for the answers that I don't need,
That I know I don't need.
I keep on chasing the wrong things
And coming up empty.
This isn't who I'm supposed to be.
I keep on learning the hard way: from every mistake.
I'm finding each time that you fall,
You're just becoming who you are.
No, I did not write these lyrics. But they speak to me in a way that only truth can. I've been chasing all of the wrong dreams, and seeking all the answers I don't need! These are all things I already have, or don't need right now! Gee whiz. It is so easy to get depressed in this world. I just have to let myself be happy!
'Cause you said that I would never want for anything again.
But my eyes are set low,
And I'm holding to the thing I know I can't keep.
I keep on chasing the wrong things
And coming up empty.
This isn't who I'm supposed to be!
I keep on learning the hard way: from every mistake,
And I'm finding each time that you fall,
You're just becoming who you are
So it seems that I'm wrong,
'Cause I keep on searching for the answers that I don't need,
That I know I don't need.
I keep on chasing the wrong things
And coming up empty.
This isn't who I'm supposed to be.
I keep on learning the hard way: from every mistake.
I'm finding each time that you fall,
You're just becoming who you are.
No, I did not write these lyrics. But they speak to me in a way that only truth can. I've been chasing all of the wrong dreams, and seeking all the answers I don't need! These are all things I already have, or don't need right now! Gee whiz. It is so easy to get depressed in this world. I just have to let myself be happy!
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